Soon, a clanging sound came from the bathroom, mixed with his low muttering.
When Ling Huanwu pushed open the door, she saw him staring blankly at the metal thing above his head that could spray water. The water jets were wobbly and splashed all over him, and his hair was soaked in clumps, making him look like a little animal that had fallen into a drenched swamp.
"That's how it's used."
She tiptoed and adjusted the switch for him. Warm water flowed down his strong back, making the firm muscle lines, which had been built up over the years and then thinned considerably after a year of lying down, even more clearly visible.
He stood frozen, too afraid to move, until her fingertips accidentally touched his side, causing him to jerk as if burned, splashing water all over her face.
They then spent a long time in a room with a thick, soft carpet.
The floor lamp cast a warm glow, projecting two shadows onto the wall, sometimes overlapping, sometimes separating.
He wasn't very good at using the adjustable lamp, clumsily turning the knob. In the flickering light, she saw herself reflected in his eyes, brighter than the myriad lights outside the window.
The sofa was large, and when he held her in his arms, the leather surface rubbed against her, making her feel a little itchy.
Zhou Jiuzhen seemed to find everything new and exciting, from his initial boldness to his later caution, as if he were holding some rare treasure.
The curtains weren't fully drawn, letting in some moonlight that shone on his tense jawline and on her quietly curled toes.
The next morning, when Ling Huan woke up, she found herself lying on the chaise lounge by the window, covered with his coat.
He was lying on the carpet studying the electric fan that could turn on its own, his cheek pressed against the cool floor, his eyelashes still damp with moisture.
Hearing the noise, he suddenly looked up and met her sleepy eyes, his once clear features now appearing turbulent.
Ling Huanwu forced a smile and hurriedly waved her hand, "I can't take it anymore..."
The morning light streamed in from behind him, gilding his entire body with a golden edge.
When Zhou Jiuzhen held her hand, the calluses on his palm tickled her. "Then let me help you digest..."
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